Page 11 of Party With the Kraken
“Why wait?” Juniper’s easy suggestion has my feet halting on the spot, searching for the closest place I can take her where no one can see us.
Maybe this could be the perfect opportunity to give her a small taste of what I can do. Keep it simple. Keep her wanting more while I woo the fuck out of her.
Unable to find eloquent enough words to explain how excited I am by her response, I merely drag Juniper into a blind spot just off the cobbled road and gently walk her backward until she’s pressed against a smooth rock that completely hides us from sight.
Placing one hand against the stone, my other moves to Juniper’s waist. “Can I kiss you?” the words spill across my lips and fall right onto hers.
Wordlessly, Juniper’s hands reach up to my jaw, and then she’s pulling me down until our mouths meet in a soft caress.
I part her soft lips with the gentle press of my tongue and she opens easily. The first taste of Juniper is pure nirvana and I know she’s it for me. I’m never going to let her go.
Our tongues stroke against each other and a needy sigh escapes from her, her body melting against mine.
Juniper’s arms reach up and around my neck as our kiss grows deeper. My grip on her waist tightens, my cock harder than it’s been in my life.
I lift one of her legs up and wrap it around my hip as I push the evidence of my desire against the apex of her thighs.
Juniper leans her head back and moans a very throaty, “Yes.”
My ink bubbles in my veins, needing to paint her in the most beautiful hues, but I call on every last thread of control to not leak. I have a plan after all.
Placing open-mouthed kisses along her bare shoulders as I slowly grind my cock against her cunt, I ask, “Can I touch you? Can I make you come?”
“Yes. Please,” Juniper pants, raking her hands down the back of my neck.
I summon a single tentacle and let it gently trail up her leg.
“Oh,” Juniper gasps and leans back to look down at the thick purple appendage curling against her knee.
I study her expression carefully to check if she’s freaked out but what I see sets all three of my hearts racing faster than an incoming tidal wave.
She’s intrigued.Self high-five!
“Like what you see?” I ask her, perhaps a little smug.
“Me likey very much,” Juniper answers with a definitive nod without taking her eyes off the tentacle.
My inner self punches the air in celebration and my butt gives a happy little wiggle, but my physical body remains still, focused on my female and conjuring up ideas on how else I can impress her.
I snake the tentacle higher and let one of the suckers pull lightly on the skin of her inner thigh.
“Oh!” The word is caught somewhere between a moan and a whimper. I will do anything to get her to make that sound over and over again.
“Want to know what else makes my tentacles cool?” I ask as I place more wet kisses along her collarbone while my tentacle moves upward, inside the tiny gap between her thigh and shorts. “They can change shape, squeeze into very tiny spaces, and then expand to their full size again. All at my whim,” I say huskily, demonstrating it as I trace the thin line of her underwear.
“Show me. Touch me.” Juniper’s words are a desperate plea I’m all too happy to satisfy.
“It’ll be my pleasure,” I nearly purr.
Juniper watches my tentacle with rapt attention as more of it disappears under her clothing, burrowing under her panties.
I trace the seam of her cunt then slowly push into her heat. A desperate groan escapes me when I feel how wet she is. “Is this all for me, my treasure?”
“Yes,” Juniper pants and angles her hips, trying to guide my tentacle to where she needs me. I won’t let her suffer, though. I want to give her everything she wants and more.
I push forward and coat my tentacle in her arousal, slowly letting it enter her soaked core. “So good, so tight. Look how well you’re taking me, my treasure,” I praise, breathless as I hold myself together.
“Viggo,” Juniper whimpers, the walls of her cunt tightening around my tentacle.
